The effect was so good that the commander could have imagined it best, and he slammed the ground hard and shouted, "Well done! Good job! ”

The houses on both sides of the road were constantly ringing with the sound of guns, at least a dozen guns firing wildly at the convoy, and the frantic shouts of the attacking Protoss warriors were louder than the dense sound of guns. Bullets rained down, and the armed fighters hired by the settlement couldn't even raise their heads. With the exception of a few veterans who deftly found cover between the door and the hull of the car and began to return fire with force, the rest simply closed their eyes and flirted as they pulled the trigger while praying that the bullet would happen to hit an enemy. As for where the enemy is, the devil knows.

Zhang Yuan was lying on the ground, his reddish-brown cloak very close to the color of the ground. But in a battlefield where bullets are flying, this does not guarantee safety, luck is the real guarantee.

Flames erupted from the mouth of the rifle again, and one of the most ferocious assault rifles in the house immediately fell silent. The sound of Zhang Yuan's gun is too shocking, and every time it sounds, it will suppress all the other guns. And when the gun sounds, one of the enemies will lose his life.

And the frequency of this gun sounding one after another is not at all like the rate of fire that a sniper gun should have, as if this sniper does not need to aim at all. The morale of the armed personnel in the settlement was greatly boosted, and several veterans even jumped up from the ground, seizing the opportunity of the loophole in the opponent's firepower network, and outflanked the houses hidden by the Protoss warriors from both sides, preparing to wipe out the opponent.

One enemy after another entered Zhang Yuan's crosshairs and fell down one by one, their expressions different. And Zhang Yuan's eyes exuding a fine light are stable and calm, witnessing the passing of life one by one.

Click! The dull and panicked sound of the heavy machine rang out again, and the two old birds that rushed in front immediately froze halfway, and several blood springs erupted from their chests and backs. The others were once again pressed to the ground by the dense barrage of bullets, unable to lift their heads at all.

Zhang Yuan almost moved the gun at the moment when he heard the sound of the heavy machine, and put the shooting glove behind the window into the crosshairs. However, the finger he pulled the trigger did not press down in the first place.

The one who controlled the heavy machine was a little girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, with a relatively delicate face that was rare among the Protoss warriors, and there were tears in her big eyes that had not been wiped dry. Her worm-like mouth was gnawed with sharp teeth, wisps of blood gurgled down from between her teeth, and her little face full of hatred was reflected in the light and darkness of the heavy machine's mouth with a tongue of fire. From this little girl's face, Zhang Yuan seemed to be moved by compassion.

In less than a second of Zhang Yuan's hesitation, another scream sounded on the battlefield, and a soldier lying on the ground was swept by a string of heavy machine bullets, and several blood springs immediately spurted out.

Zhang Yuan's pupils immediately contracted, and with a slight swing of the gun, he pulled the trigger. The modified bullet carried a huge kinetic energy and flew directly into the mouth of the heavy machine's gun spewing tongues of fire!

The roar of the Heavy Machine Gun suddenly stopped. Then it exploded, and the red-hot parts splattered in all directions! The little Protoss girl stood for a few seconds, then fell backwards. A bullet was embedded deep in her forehead. Zhang Yuan disappeared into the darkness again, and in the air filled with the smell of gunpowder, he changed his position again to find his target. Under Zhang Yuan's powerful sniping, this group of Protoss bandits was quickly defeated, so the battle ended quickly.

This settlement was the settlement of this group of Protoss warriors. The warriors of the colony began to search from house to house, and all the Protoss warriors, whether resisting or not resisting, adults or children, turned out to be only one, killed, and not captured. It was the practice of the wilderness, and the capacity of any one settlement was kept to the maximum extent that food and water could be supplied, and no excess share was given to the captives. The young women of the Protoss warriors may still be useful, but the men are simply a burden. Because most of the settlements do not have any productive capacity, there is no need for surplus labor. As for the children of the Protoss warriors, that is the source of hatred, and it is impossible to stay.

Zhang Yuan leaned on the truck tank alone, smoking the last cigarette on his body. He did not participate in the search for the settlement of the Protoss warriors, and he did not need to. In the battle just now, he has completely proven himself. If he hadn't knocked out the heavy machine gun twice, I am afraid that the entire army would have been wiped out by the settlement forces. Now even those empty eyes of the old birds were full of respect for Zhang Yuan, and they knew that the continuous sound just now could not be hit by a mid-level sniper.

The commander walked to Zhang Yuan's side, saw that his cigarette had reached the end, then handed over another cigarette, lit it for Zhang Yuan, and asked, "Feeling unwell?" "I'm a little tired."

The commander was nearly fifty years old, and it took more than a decade of fighting to establish the settlement. He had already inspected the heavy machine position just now, and he somewhat understood Zhang Yuan's current mood. After all, the Protoss warriors this time were a little different from the past, they were actually a group of Protoss communities. There are Protoss women and Protoss children.

The cold wind blew the commander's gray hair, and there was a perceptive smile on his weather-scarred face, the corners of his mouth downward.

Looking at the residential area where the occasional sound of bells still sounded, the commander exhaled smoke and said, "You really did a good job today. I doubt you're really just a mid-tier sniper? Hehe, you don't mind, I don't want to know anything. When you go back, your remuneration will be $200. I don't think anyone will object to this. Zhang Yuan smiled reluctantly and said, "This is the best news I've heard in the past few days." ”

Less than ten minutes after receiving the payment, the 200 silver coins were all exchanged for pure water, food, and ammunition. Zhang Yuan didn't plan to stay in this settlement for long, and after a simple supply, he was ready to leave. In the map in Zhang Yuan's mind, this settlement was only a hundred kilometers away from the Wenla base, which was still a little close.

Even though Emma didn't want his life, she was in trouble enough. And Zhang Yuan always had a bad premonition that she might bring herself big trouble.

The commander of the settlement, Ai Wen, wanted Zhang Yuan to stay, and the battle just now had shown that a sniper like Zhang Yuan could completely influence the outcome of a battle. Of course, Zhang Yuan's refusal did not surprise him, only the large army could keep people like Zhang Yuan, and Aiwen's settlement was too small and too poor.

In the previous battle, the opponent was unexpectedly strong, and he was able to hire Zhang Yuan for two hundred yuan, and Commander Ai Wen felt that his luck was not bad, otherwise the result might be completely opposite. Based on Zhang Yuan's appearance in battle, the commander estimated that he was worth at least three thousand or more, but it was absolutely impossible for Ai Wen to come up with such a large sum of money. In the darkness of night, Zhang Yuan left Ai Wen and headed south.

Before leaving, Commander Ai Wen handed Zhang Yuan a map with a location marked on it. It was the headquarters of a mercenary organization called the Liberals. The leader of the Liberals was a comrade-in-arms of Commander Ai Wen, and Commander Ai Wen meant that if Zhang Yuan was short of money, he might as well go there to try his luck. No matter where you are, a good sniper will always be in demand.

The Silver Ball Base ushered in the early morning as usual, and as soon as the sky was brightened, the loud Terran International Military Song echoed in the sky above the military region. Teams of Terran warriors began to go out for a run in the twilight of the morning. Emma stood on the roof of a twelve-story building, staring coldly down at the warriors training below. She was standing on the edge of the outside of the roof railing, and if she didn't pay attention, she would fall straight down. And the morning wind here is particularly strong and unpredictable, even a fighter with a high-level title in the fighting domain does not dare to stand in such a place casually. If one accidentally falls, although they can't die, it is indispensable to break a few bones.

The environment of the Silver Ball Base in the valley terrain is better than the surrounding area, there are rolling mountains around it that can withstand a lot of wind and sand, and there are relatively few Zerg here. Although these soldiers have not particularly strengthened their physical resistance, they are all strong and not bad in combat. Unlike the trend of the turbulent era, which emphasized individual force, Emma admired the old-time way of training, and paid great attention to the combination of troops and the quality of equipment. It can be said that sixty percent of the construction funds of the entire Silver Ball branch were spent on Emma's army. And the profits generated by the branch are not even enough to feed Emma's three hundred men.

Less than three months after the establishment of the Silver Globe Base Branch, Emma has an armed force of 3,000 men. Silver Ball has sent almost half of its elite troops here, obviously not just for the sake of a Terran Protoss 03156 joint base. Under Emma's command, the more people there are, the more powerful they will be, and there may be thousands of armed Terran and Protoss warriors or Protoss warriors around the Silver Ball Base, but Emma's three thousand elites can easily sweep them away.